Truly Madly Guilty

by Liane Moriarty

He thought there was a secret set of relationship rules that she must know, because she was the woman, and she was deliberately withholding them.

Everyone had another sort of life up their sleeve that might have made them happy.

It was as though the rest of them weren’t grown-ups anymore. It was as though they’d all been playing a game, a game where they’d pretended to be in control of their lives, a game where they’d pretended they had interesting professions and healthy bank accounts and families and backyard barbecues, but now a curtain had been pulled briskly aside and the grown-ups had marched in because rules had been broken.

First-world medical care meant they didn’t have to pay for their first-world negligence.

Ever since his discovery of her “habit,” she felt like she’d been demoted to junior partner in their marriage.